Computing

New Year's Eve at the hotel, a posh place my lawyer was there tooI thought of all the money I had paid him for my divorce.Eight o’clock five hours to midnight it was like watching a kettle boil.The wine, plenty of it helped, I soon joined the festivities. The foodwasn’t up to much not for all the money I had paid, my new wife toldme to shut up and enjoy myself. Then I got drunk and it was midnight.My solicitor behaved like clown and danced like a demented monkey.Three o’clock when we got home, “wasn’t a lovely party” my wife said.This must have been the same time as Coptic Christians, in Cairo,coming out of a church after midnight mass…were blown up.